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by Tychique, aged 23
Luton Town; the pride of East Anglia.
The sea of glistening and flowing orange fills the stadium and fifteen thousand fans all sing from the hymn sheet but completely out of tune.
Manchester United; the pride of the North of England, this time a sea of flowing and furious red. They too sing from the same hymn sheet just as loud and again gloriously out of tune.
This is where the quantity of my pride lies, in the pride of East Anglia and the pride of Manchester. Like having two children they fill me with utter delight.
My pride lies in certain people.
People who I deem very close to me, people who have witnessed the greatest and worse of me.
The same who have been knocked back, rejected, hated, spat on and haunted but get up quickly and constantly.
It’s far more easier and quieter to get knocked down and to stay down but to get back up continuous every single ounce of the past and future bravery.
My pride lies in the lives of every child and young person that I have come across, no matter how easy or challenging.
I’m proud of how they matured I hope they keep going long after I have moved on. We both developed each other they developed me and I progressed them.
My pride is in all the youth clubs and education buildings in Luton.
How the professionals go that extra mile to see that gleaming child’s smile.
But we have been progressing for years so that’s nothing new.
We just highlight the negativity so much but if we stretched out the positivity the light would completely overcome the darkness.
My pride has no limits.